*What I meant to say in this post was:My husband is taking two really hard exams todayAnd I hope he does wellHe is really smartBut sometimes he tries to rely on his smarts too muchInstead of studying like he shouldYa know?But I'm thinking about him And I think he is funnyAnd weirdAnd good at guitar...And i hope these things help him get a better score.The end.

Friends.

Our. Story.

We were kids. The boy made me cry on the bus. I hated him. He wasn't fond of me. We grew up. Shared the same group of friends. I forgave him. Soon we were best friends. He liked me. But I liked him first. We fell in love. That is where we intend to stay.